May Sarton, Reindeer and Suffragettes

24Jan

This poem came my way recently and struck me as a very positive and lovely way to celebrate sleeplessness. Oh, the ‘bliss of being alive.’ This poem is for my SIL, V, and my dear friends M and J and I am sure, many more of my dear Readers will appreciate it too.

Bliss – May Sarton

In the middle of the night, My bedroom washed in moonlight And outside The faint hush-hushing Of an ebbing tide, I see Venus Close to The waning moon. I hear the bubbling hoot Of a playful owl. Pierrot’s purrs Ripple under my hand, And all this is bathed In the scent of roses By my bed Where there are always Books and flowers.

In the middle of the night The bliss of being alive!

As it is almost the Centenary of (some) women first getting the vote in Britain, I am republishing the Suffragette Diary, a copy of which I found in my late Father’s papers. I will let you know as soon as it goes live.

My facsimile scarf given to me by my Mum

Walking into town today, a neighbour’s gates were open and I spotted their wonderful, quirky reindeer in the front garden. Aren’t they a delight?